E 74: Brand New Cans Waiting

Cartoon Network has shown animes that are good for children who are sick of seeing short episodes of their favorite cartoons. One anime I can never forget is "Sneezing Magician" when I was around 7 to 8 years old. It was a fun series until its ending flooded my eyes; Hachu (the genie and main character) has to find a new master. His lamp (actually, a vessel) would fly and leave his current master during a lunar eclipse. Everyone who knows the genie and loved him did their best to stop it from happening but sadly, their efforts were put to waste. The ending: the vessel flies away as the current master, the one we enjoy for the full length of the series, cries in the streets. The silly-old-younger-me was left crying for that ending for half an hour after the show ended. Now I know why fairy tales are meant to have happy endings. I now understand why Little Mermaid and Hercules ended happily ever after on Disney. Children will be depressed.. or, so I say, crybabies will be depressed.

Unlike a sad ending, this closing of E 365 doesn't count to those of which my tears would fall down for.Yes, I worked so hard at the start and due to lack of time to continue, my efforts are also put to waste... maybe NOT. I'm proud of this! It's not the number of things I have written that makes this project successful; it's ALL the work I've done. I can now look back and see how I've squeezed my thinking meat to get a juice that can be used as ink on a piece of note pad. I can now also look back at this post and see how much I've tried to convince myself that it's okay (LOL).

I'm going back to my current blog, Everything Eric. But I am also planning another blog and another project which does not involve writing anymore. Many ideas, as always, are hitting my head like thunderbolt.Before I forget, huge acknowledgement to those who supported this project: My number one fans, Micu, Ghie, Yanna, and of course, Florenz. My gratitude is also extended to Eizen, Mark Ryan, Miss KC, Aljo, Therese, Jezz, and George.. For what? For taking a peek at my nonsenseness! Haha!The biggest thanks to Hiroki for giving me this idea, of course! My career manager!However, someday in the future, I might start over with E 365. Hopefully, it would be successful at that time.

In the meantime, let me go back to my vessel and take me back to my original master; myself. My current master, days, didn't play nice.

Let me use new cans to paint the days.

E 73: Not Mine: Create A Greater You

This is a text message I received form my friend Gabby. She can't remember the name of who wrote it, so I'm sorry if I am not able to acknowledge that GREAT PERSON. I'd rather speak less and let this person do the talking:


CREATE A GREATER YOU. Create and live a life that is so good, it doesn't matter if anyone comes along. 
Say yes to every opportunity to make new friends, meet new people, try new adventures. 
Get busy living the life of your dreams instead of looking for the man or woman of your dreams. 
It's like the proverbial butterfly: once you stop chasing it, it will gently land on your shoulder. 
Instead of looking for the right partner, become the right man or woman...for you. 
Be your best, deepest, truest self. Make yourself attractive to you.

E 72: This Territory Goes Uncharted

This place is damaged; cracks on the wall, paint scraping off, stuff disorganized, bugs and rodents running around. It would not always be like this. From time to time, I rebuild this place; I paint, I cover, I sweep, I wipe. But whenever someone comes around, it is never a failure to bring back the damages.
Rebuilding this place is never a tough job; I always have the determination (and the music) to keep myself up and make the best of the things here. With the right paint, the right seals, the right furniture, and the right pesticides; I'm off to another fresh start. Then somebody would come along and share insights about the right color to paint, the right brands to choose, and the right wood to use. At first, it would usually seem so good. But in the long run, I'd realize that the suggestions were unreliable, and that everything is once again falling apart. The final blow would usually be the leaks.
How can some great suggestion become something so less?
Getting accustomed to the series of maladies of the broken place, I, now, once more rebuild the place this time with the suggestion of an expert; me. Nobody knows home better than the resident. This time, I'd put more mirrors so that I would be able to reflect and even those who come in. And this time, I am paying the advice of Sara Bareilles to keep this new territory uncharted. This time, it wouldn't be easy to let people in. I'd put on a bell at the door, so that the next time someone tries to enter, I could ask myself, "Does that ring a bell?"

E 71: Wishlist for The 24th

I'll be 24 on the 24th. I rarely ask for gifts and even thinking about what I want on my birthday is like throwing an imaginary coin to a wishing well. But anyways, it's fun to list down things I want to get so I'll be jutting them down here. Anybody may give it to me; I'd uberly appreciate it since I've never received birthday presents for ages. So, here:
1: Enchanted Kingdom Ride-all-you-can ticket. I've never been there, and my childhood will never end unless I've tried most of the rides there. Let me reach adulthood after 23!
2. Fabulous polo shirt. I'm into polo shirts now in preparation for my future. Nah, don't ask.
3. Pants. I prefer skinny ones, and they should be black; can be worn causually or formally. Suggestion: Folded and Hung pants.
4. Ipad. Need I say more? More! Ipad and MORE iPad!
5. Accessories. Rocker style is preferable. I would appreciate more if I receive nice earrings!
6. A dinner at a good restaurant. I'm becoming a food lover so add something up for my favorite food list!
7. Portable DVD player. Hey, this is an affordable gadget I really want to have. I'd kiss whoever gives me this.
8. Time. Quality time with a good company matters to me. Even if we don't have to spend a dime, a well-spent time with anyone will be greatly appreciated.
9. Pizza! If you're gonna give me some, make sure there's enough for my family.
10. Love. The best present ever. :)

E 70: Good Morning Eric

I woke up today with that comfy feeling on my bed. The first thing I do in the morning is check my phone, so I found a sweet message and realized that I have overslept. My ears adjusted and discovered through the pitter-patter on the roof that it was raining--the reason why I had a nice sleep. Discovering that it was a perfect morning, I had myself hot noodles to match with the weather.
Everything was going right until I realized while bathing that I was supposed to be in the office earlier because I have to catch up with my quota the recent day. Hurrying did not help as I failed to find my jacket anywhere in our house. I've flipped all hanged clothes and it's nowhere to be found. So, I settled on wearing a sweater.
As I prepared to take off, my force field AKA headset was missing! I recalled that I left it downstairs on a chair. I texted my father only to find out that our dog, Lucky, has broken my auditory escape from mankind.
And as I made my way to work, my shoe's sole got broken.

E 69: Red and White Wonderland

It starts with all the teasing you could have in the world. You anticipate what's coming. Suddenly, you go in or you are let in. It's a whole new world of fantasy. There are red and white in this parallel universe. It is not too big but you get lost in it. At first, you think you can only go in and out. But as times goes by, you realize that there are twists and turns.
Your mind is blown. Your head gets lost. You suddenly receive a wave of pleasure and it comes on and off. You have felt it before but now it gets better.
Greater.
There is quickness with it, and it would last for so long. The pleasure is too much to bear that you want it to stop, yet, you still want it going on. You get fucking confused. Yes, "fucking" confused because it drives you insane, crazy, mad! You reach for something, you want to push it off but then, you think twice. It's feels great! Too great! No, just great! Too great!
You twist, you try to pull yourself off, you scream, you yell, you shout, you whine, you beg, you squeal! It's a torture of pleasure. You don't know how it would end. You just know it feels great.

E 68: What Cheating Is

In a Holy Week, my friends and I decided to travel to some quite far place to unwind for the rest of the weekend. As we found ourselves under the slight influence of alcohol at a certain later time in the evening, we reached a point when we wanted to talk about something deeper. Hence, I opened the topic about cheating for the four of us. Suddenly, the house we were in turned into a session hall where a definition of a word is being discussed to finalize what is going to be in a dictionary.
What is cheating?
"It is when a person in a relationship flirts with another person."
"Wait, we cannot really claim that cheating."
"Why is that?"
"Sometimes, what we do do not seem like flirting. Instead, our partners would only think that it is."
"Okay, then what is flirting?"
"When one, who is in a relationship, tries to go beyond friendship with someone else."
"Like..?"
"Hmmm..."
"Let's say you say too sweet things to someone else."
"Or hold their hand...?"
"Or use sexual innuendos?"
"Probably."
"But let's say that I am only a naughty person, and you guys know me a lot that I just joke around and try to hold one's hand or attempt to kiss but not really want to do it... And I know that person's lover and that lover knows that I just do it without any malice at all. Will it be accounted for an act of cheating?"
"Hmmm..."
Thinking..
"Maybe not."
"I think so too. Well, there are people who JOKE around like that but really have the intention. Knowing myself, I know that trying to really "FLIRT" is not my intention. I've done that a lot since I am the biggest joker in our circle of friends."
"Okay, let's put it this way: The lover doesn't know that you're doing it to his or her partner.Do you think that would be a form of cheating?"
"I think only the person in the 'cheating' situation should know whether what is happening is a form of flirting or not. The person in a relationship who is being 'flirted' or 'flirting' someone should be able to distinguish if his or her act is a form of cheating or not."
"And he or she will be guilty if he or she knows deep inside that he or she cannot mention it to the partner. So, it depends on the person who is in the situation?"
"I think we should base it on both the person and the partner."
"How is that?"
"If the partner does not favor what happened with his or her lover, I guess that's already cheating. The lover should also know that, too. So cheating basically depends on what they think of the situation."
There ends the story. Then, I thought: What if the couple cannot agree with each other; A thinks he or she does not flirt while B thinks it is a form of cheating. I really think it depends on the person who is in the situation that is allegedly a form of cheating. One should know if his or her acts mean something else, that it can lead to disloyalty. By knowing that his or her act can make someone else fall for him or her, knowing that he or she might fall also, and knowing that it can emotionally wound his or her partner, one could possibly deny that it is cheating. I think it can be bad at times, but maybe sometimes, one just finds someone new and better. But anyways, the best thing to do to avoid this is to know one's limits. Anyway, I still find this topic a little complicated.

E 67: I Didn't; I Do

I see the sunlight.
Food is always delicious.
I sleep well at night
all because of love.

Everyone seems nice.
Problems seem not too heavy.
Silly acts seem wise
all because of love.

I travel afar.
I would spend too much money.
I stare at the stars
all because of love.

I listen to ballads.
I would study how to cook.
I give some flowers
all because of love.

I write a new poem.
My heart printed in these words.
And they seem so chromed
all because of love.

E 66: Salt and Songbird

It is very rare to find a very nice person in this world. And for me to count those that I know who are really nice, they can all represent the finger in my hands and there are still available slots to fill in.
One of the closest that I could get is my friend whom we'll call here by the name of Salt. Salt is an example of a person whom you cannot think of doing something nasty nor mean yet, knows how to be "bad" at certain times.
I used to not believe that a person can be nice and at the same time, survive the real world. But there's Salt and her persistence to solve problems with wise decisions. She knows how to act according to situations. She knows mostly what's right and wrong. She knows how to handle problems. Yet, all of these are done without letting herself be pushed into using bad ways.
No, Salt is not perfect. She commits mistakes. She can be mean at times. She knows how to get along with others despite differences. I guess that's what makes her realistic and human.
Another person I believe to be extremely nice is someone whom I'd call here as Regine. She almost have the same personality as Salt's. I think I could only point out their differences like Regine's a book junkie, a more religious person, and a milder version of Salt. Regine was my classmate and was an avid follower of my blogs. She would usually push me to continue writing and is actually one of my greatest inspiration in writing. We would usually agree with a lot of stuff despite me being really mean. But don't forget to note also that Regine can also spit mean statements at times and that makes me laugh knowing she's very soft and prim. But in general, you can classify Regine as a total obsessive compulsive freak--which is probably why she's so light and sunny. She just wants things in order.
Knowing these two girls is like seeing a part in life that is not stressful. One cannot think of the terrible things a person can have when one knows them. They stand out in their own kind ways.
I used to believe that being usually nice is for losers, but they prove me wrong.

E 65: Crawl If You Must

They don't like you. You know to yourself when you are right and you know when you're wrong. You know that they say things about you and they just hurt badly. They never get tired of the same issue. Now they throw these balls of fire onto your soul and try to burn you down until you give up on their knees. But you know that these balls of fire are only created by the power of their minds.
They try to be blind and try to just push you down, and you don't know why.
Stand up. Lift your head up. They're trying to act mature even if the reasons behind them are childish. The important thing is that you are aware with what you've done, you listen to constructive criticisms, and you shun nonsense. This is the world today; it's a huge jungle and people try to build a food chain which favors them. That's not how we live. We just strive for doing the right thing. It's impossible to be always right, but doing our best to be right can enhance us in this struggle for a better world.
Go, continue walking. When they push you down, don't be embarassed to crawl; they may have gotten you on your knees but prove that they cannot stop you from moving on. You know the right arms to use, the right hands to hold, the right way to head onto, the right words to spit, and the right fist to clench. And when all these things happen to be used wrongly, bend, be humble, 'cause like everyone else, you're human. We are all sinners. That fact shouldn't keep you down; it should challenge you in proving it wrong.

E 64: My Friday Peeps

There is that feeling after a long week of work, you just want to unwind and do something that is not work-related with your officemates.
One time we were standing at our building waiting for a bus home when a thought struck us: Let's go to Tagaytay! It was a summer mid-evening and we suddenly thought that witnessing the sunrise at a majestic place with the sight of the beautiful Taal volcano was a very splendid idea. We decided to go as buses heading that way go through the road we were on. We had the cash and enough enthusiasm to sniff the early Tagaytay morning air.
Then, we took upon the consideration that we were wearing shorts and thin clothes. We have just had a summer theme in the office that day. Tagaytay is a much colder place and we figured that going there wearing only flip-flops and shorts is a suicide. They asked our friend George if they could borrow some stuff that could cover their about-to-shiver skins. I had no problem; I thought I would outlast the temperature with my summer outfit.
But it was all hassle to go at George's house. And George was not sure if she could let them borrow some clothes also. So, we thought of other ways for along time.
Then, we decided to just go to Jupiter--that planet where a lot of restaurants and KTV bars rest. We took a cab spaceship and later on, we were rocking the early morning out with some songs, drinks, and fancy food. Despite being tired, we were not kept from keeping our spirits up. Afterall, we cannot just share our stress with each other all week long; we deserve to share our joys in the end of that week.

E 63: Tik Tok

Silence can be really freaky at times. I'm not sure if silence has already killed anyone but I think it's enough of a torture. There are times it's used to keep a wronged student bored in detention or a lover freaking out trying to guess what's wrong.
I'm freaking out. There are tendencies in me that surface in my mind and want to break loose. Has it ever happened to you? You sit on your chair, working, and all you hear are the tapping of keyboards, the some time sounds of foot steps, and some sneezes of your officemates. Your music does not suffice your interest anymore and what you're doing is suddenly making you too listless.
I just suddenly thought of playing aloud "Tik Tok" while pushing my chair around with me wherever its wheels take me. I'd scream if I wanted to. Then others will join! They feel the same way as I do. They started singing and dancing along with the song as if we're on a Glee episode. Some will even stand on their station's table, use a brush as a microphone and sing!
The office just suddenly seems so human!
Truth is you can't do these things. The keyboards are tapped, some footsteps are heard, and someone sneezes at times.

E 62: Lighten Up

I was a person who doubt a lot of things. A little skeptic, yep, that's how I was. We can never really trust things a lot with how the world goes today, can't we? Everything seems to be motivated by self-interests.
Then I came to the point when I got knocked in the head by what seems to be a coconut from the tree of epiphany. Doesn't doubting too many things make us sad? I used to think that seeing the wrong in things that seem so right is a key to wisdom. Until now, yes, I still do. But now to the point that I strongly hold on to that opinion anymore.
You see, life is as simple as it can be. Things are just what they are though they can be surprising at times, but everything is just... What it is. Then came people who dug into the deepest cores of things and started to complicate everything. Truth is that everything is complicated in their simplest ways. We just make them too complicated that we start losing hair.
I believe in the Yin Yang principle, that balance is maintained in the world. We need to see what's wrong to know what's right. We need to fall to know how to stand up again. We need to feel pain to know what pleasure is. But there are times that we ought to be happy--not that we close our minds to reality, but we just have to accept things as they are and do our best to make things right. Being happy is not letting things just happen; it is making things right by having an open mind to things that we should accept. Everything exists for a purpose--but don't get me started on cockroaches.
Life is fun. Love is all around. Sometimes, we have to take things slow to know what we could be missing. Let's step back from all the chaos and see what's in store for us in a day; a friend, a present, a funny situation, or a lover.
Let's not forget how to be happy every once in a while.

E 61: Ijimete Mitai

The Rules:

1. Put your ITunes, Windows Media Player etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

4. Tag 20 friends.

5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.

 6. Have Fun!

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?

 -- What you waiting for?? 

 HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?

 -- Telephone (ENGK!) 

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

 -- (Drop Dead) Beautiful

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

 -- Early Mornin'

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

 -- Thiss = Love

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?

 -- Have A Little Faith in Me

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

 -- Ooh Ooh Baby (HAHAHAHHA!)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

 -- Perfect Lover (AYOS! hahaha)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

 -- Crazy Beautiful Life

WHAT IS 2 + 2?

 -- Gives You Hell

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

 -- Kiss and Tell (OH SHIT! HAHAHA!)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

 -- Ougon No Tsuki

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

 -- Up N' Down (Bastos)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

 -- Don't Let Me Be The Last to Know (macho-dancing)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

 -- Anything But Ordinary (Sakto! My life's theme song)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

 -- Radar

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

 -- Fruit Machine

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

 -- Animal

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?

 -- Vanity

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

 -- Cherry Lips

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

 -- Ijimete Mitai

E 60: The -Est

Good morning kid! Have a wonderful day ahead! Smile! You have nice smiles, you know.

Padaan o babeh. Bawal ngumiti!..
..dapat ngiting-ngiti. Hehe.

Yes, pangalan mo pa lang sa inbox ko e, kangiti-ngiti na.. Kapagod Kid.

You're the Pokémon I chose. I hope we'll evolve into something majestic and wonderful.

I think pain is inevitable. It is a hurtful yet helpful ingredient for us to grow. No one is capable of making other people laugh all the time. We're not perfect.
Sometimes, bad things do not lead to bad results. The key principle is optimism.

Ako din! I wanna have you eight days of the week! Gusto kita gawing meal six times a day! Want to cuddle you 70 seconds a minute!

You're the -est in every great adjective.

You compose 99 bits of a hundred.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Tonight is indeed a VERY HAPPY night.
Good night, Babeh ko.. 98 is perfect.

Bigla ako nagutom. Haha.. Ung pagkain ko nasa Enterprise Center pa..

E 59: Colored

See the sun in an afternoon filled with nothing but a Saturday feel of nostalgia. The world is a little bit sepia. In the middle of the summer, you seek for something interesting to do. You go out, go to the mall, see what's in the movies, and see what food is good to eat.
The freshness of the air conditioner in the mall gives us a reason not to leave the place. The beautiful sunset at the bay makes it hard for us to stay inside. Everything seems so right on this day. You think that you've gone through hell then heaven comes along unexpectedly.
Surprise.
Music plays. The sky brightens. People seem to be friendlier. The earth seems impossible to end. Oh, who put the flowers around this place? Did I ever ask for birds to sing? No need. But I guess that's nature. That's the beauty of nature's surprises.
I really got nothing to say.

E 58: Mama

Exactly a year ago, I received two call that gave me exact opposite feelings and played with my security. The first call, in the middle of the day, came from my new employer, telling me that I was hired for this new job. The second call came from my father, telling me that my mother was already in a bad condition in the hospital.
I rushed my way there and found my father holding some sort of device that pumped air into my mother's mouth. Just the sight of it already defined what the day was in store for us--excuse me for being morbid that time. I stood beside him, saw my mother's eyes closed, and her breathing was really weak. The device was the only thing that kept her breathing according to my father. We took turns in pumping it.
A male doctor gave an impression of the Grim Reaper as he bowed down and told me that my mother would not last long anymore.
My siblings arrived, hours passed, and we were all there for our mother. Sadly, the youngest, the only girl among us, stood outside because kids were not allowed inside.
Mom's brother and mother arrived. Later on, the end of a great life has arrived. We suddenly noticed that mom was too quiet. Father told me to call the doctors. I couldn't find the words to say; How can you utter to them that your mother's dying?
The next thing I knew, doctors were around the bed, they were trying to revive her. It went on for almost half an hour. My little sister helplessly stood outside, at the glass door, not knowing what was happening. After all, there was already nothing.
Nothing.
Two feelings conquered my heart: Sadness for the loss of a person who inspired me a lot in life and relief that she no longer suffers from her illness. I stood there beside my brother as we looked at the horror the hospital have painted on her on the last day. She could have passed away in some more peaceful manner.
I started to look at medical technology as monsters that can either help or destroy you.
Days after, it was mother's day. It was quite different then that we greeted her as she only laid in a box and that my little sister and I couldn't playfully hug her anymore.
Before we start looking for love that we can have for the rest of our lives, let us not always forget to look back to the love that raised us unconditionally: the love of a good mother.

E 57: My Birthnight (Revised)

Locked inside, alone, filled with hatred, I sat at the end of the bed with mind overflowing with memories; bad and nothing good. I had no idea where to go now. There was no escape from this nightmare. I looked at the drawer. Inside the topmost drawer dwells the weapon of my mortality. I got off the bed and pulled the drawer open and found that weapon gleaming against the dim light of the bedroom.

The knife.

Sadness continued to force the tears into falling from my cold eyes. But I was numb enough not to cry. However, this numbness had no chance of keeping me from realizing what the world had kept me from having. All my ambitions, goals, dreams.... How the world seemed to erase them from existing in my own universe.

I debated within myself. Is it the right thing to do? I guess so. I knew there was another voice in me contradicting that idea. But I was deaf with the persistence of melancholy and grudge.

Something has got to end.

I had the point of the blade enter my skin and my physical being. Oh, how it gracefully entered my spirit!! How good it felt to have pain as my source of pleasure. Indeed, pain had been the source of pleasure all my life!

This isn't my act of defeat. It is my act of triumph. I am entering deeper into the place where no one else can ever enter; A place I only conquer.

The cold shiny blade traveled on a road unknown and untraveled. It went on a few more distance from where it started and the flow of vermilion was the flow of freedom.

Then, I lay on one corner and let the flow of freedom reach reality. It reached the floors of the room. It was welcomed by the room's dim light. It gave birth to me.

The birth of my immortality.

I am not defeated. It is the start of everything. I embraced death; My Birthnight.

I sat there, staring coldly and blankly on the walls of the room. I felt drowsy. Of pain? Of bliss? I didn't know. It was the strangest feeling of all. The silence added the eeriness of the event.

I waited.

The light of the room seemed to fade. The vision was becoming blurry. Triumph. Freedom. Who ever thought people could defeat me, when all this time I have the power over myself?

Waiting.

Waiting..

-March 30, 2007- The year figures. :D

E 56: Oops Pinoy Music

The Original Pinoy Music is known for a lot of ballads and most of them, like 96%, are about love. Maybe it proves that Pinoys fancy the idea of love most of the time or maybe it proves how eager we are to continue increasing population rate. But the thing that matter to many of us Pinoys could be love, right?
So, I wonder about the daily struggles.
The reason why I barely favor any Pinoy singers is that most of them are divas and balladeers--not my kind of performers. They don't appeal to me though I must say some of them have incredible voice. Regine Velasquez doesn't awe me. She belts out her voice most of the time that it gets boring. It's like seeing Meryl Streep act damn well in many movies that you are no longer thrilled or surprised (the Meryl Streep syndrome, is that what they call it? Am I right?). Plus, they sing the same stuff over and over: being heartbroken, being inlove, having a hard time in a relationship--their lyrics are bombarded with cliches that any song could contain them. music nor the voice. And aside from those, these artists don't become popular for their OWN songs but for covering OTHERS' songs. Wait, are they even popular?
There came a time that many singers created albums which contain revivals. It's like making them sing in videokes and recording them--tadaa! Instant albums. Where's the effort in making music?
Then, we start having recording artists with no singing talent. Who would believe that Willie Revillame's album sold a lot of copies to put him on a top spot? My ass.
I also find it weird when celebrities have albums made for them. You only hear them speak in their albums. As far as I know, only singers make albums for music. I don't really get the sense of listening to someone saying quotes and words that they just want to express. Let someone sing them or write a book.

Not that I want OPM to become an array of pop music. I just think that we need a little adventure with how we create music. We cannot box ourselves in ballads alone. If that's the case, everyone will sound the same. There's ought to a variation. We need more--MUSIC is larger than plain ol' belting out voices along with the usual minus one tapes. Oh, sorry, were there producers?

E 55: How To Compose A Pop Song

Being a pop music junkie, I was able to come up with the main cores of pop song lyrics. I compose pop songs, also, which is why I can already tell how stereotype dance anthems can be. If you want to be a good pop music composer, be reminded of the following core elements:
1. Tell what you're going to do tonight.
2. You're in a party.
3. Mention how sexy you are like what you're wearing, how your body moves, or what you do to others.
4. You're dancing.
5. Tell what you're going to do tonight.
6. And you feel all right!
7. Give orders to the DJ.
8. Describe the bar.
9. You are on the floor.
10. Tell what you gon' do tonight.
11. Pick up lines.
12. You're dancing with someone.
13. Sex.
14. Tell what yah gonna do tonight.
15. And you feel all right.
16. You just can't stop whatever you're doing.
17. You're drunk.
18. You're inlove with the person you've just met.
19. Ohhhhh...
17. Invite people on the floor.
18. You want more!
19. Tell what you wanna do tonight.
20. Describe the music in the bar.
21. Someone's checking you out.
22. Yeeeaahhhh...
23. Lose control.
24. Ask someone what he or she is gonna do.
25. Say "I'm into you."
26. Tell things that you're gonna do tonight.
27. And you feel so right.
28. Shake it.
29. Phrasal verbs like "turn on," "let go," "smash up," "blow up," and "turn on."
30. Don't forget to mention "tonight."